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Porn Star Wife

My name is Renee, and my husband is Jack. Lovebirds for ten wonderful years, we have kept our sex life vibrant and alive. Some of it involved swinging. We are both completely cool with it and we are always looking forward to the next time. One night we got into a 'Is there one thing you’d like to try that we haven’t done yet' discussion. When Jack opened the question to me, I told him that I'd always had a fantasy of being a porn star. Jack liked what I said and thought it would be hot to make a video of me doing my thing with another man. So we started talking about the possibilities, and over the next couple of days we worked out a plan. Jack would run the video and I would be the star. Except for the bathrooms, we had security cameras in every room of our house that could track our movements no matter where we are inside our home. He also had a handheld video camera on hand that I got him for his birthday. Now the question was, who would be my opposite? To make it more intriguing, I wanted my opposite to be a stranger, someone whom I’d never met before. Jack agreed, and suggested that I dress provocatively and we go to a bar across town where we don’t know anyone. There, we could pick out a guy that I like and spill the deal and see if he’s interested. At that juncture I asked my husband, “What would we tell him, Jack?” “The truth,” Jack answered. “I’d tell him my wife and I want to make a porno movie with her and a stranger, and we need a stranger. Would you be ...

... interested? I don’t think any man who gets one look at you would turn down that opportunity.” “Wouldn’t it be better if they didn’t know it was being recorded, and didn’t know you were watching? I think most guys would be intimidated by that. And besides, it would make it more of a real and natural setting. Don’t you think?” I suggested. “Okay, that makes good sense,” Jack agreed. “I’ll hide in the basement and record it all through the security cameras and follow you through every room. We can drive both cars to the bar, and sit separately. When you pick out a guy and give me a sign that he is the one, I’ll come home and get set up, then you can bring him back here and let nature take its course.” I grinned and said, “It sounds like a very good plan to me.” So that is what we did. When we got to the place, I went and sat at the bar. I was dressed in a short skirt that clung tightly around my ass and showed a lot of leg, and a thin low cut top that revealed a lot of cleavage. Along with the tall heels I was looking pretty fucking hot. Jack stood out of the way along a nearby wall which left him with a good view of me perched like a two-dollar hooker on a barstool. He cleverly attached a mini-mic on my purse to hear my conversation through a tiny earpiece in his ear. Jack had all the bases covered. We chose one of those blue-collar country bars on the other side of town to make our move. And things started out slowly; the first two guys who sat next to me were old geezers, and I quickly ...